Ethan Blackwood was at a loss. What’s wrong with this girl? What kind of shock did she experience?
His private elevator moved too fast, and before he could collect his thoughts, it had already arrived.
Claire Shaw stepped out of his embrace first, and oddly enough, the typically rugged man’s ears were blushing.
However, given his complexion, it wasn’t too noticeable.
Claire realized after coming back to her senses that she had acted too impulsively. He is now the CEO of The Blackwood Group, and every move she makes could affect him adversely.
Her condition is different from most people; she used to suffer from severe depression, which has only improved after many years of treatnt.
In front of outsiders, she’s usually calm, not blinking even if the sky falls.
Those complex emotions are suppressed inside her, and once the dam of repression springs a leak, her emotions beco uncontrollable, leading to easy breakdowns.
During the stretch down the corridor, Claire Shaw struggled to suppress the overwhelming feelings surging within her.
Until the mont the door to the CEO’s office closed, Claire eagerly pressed the man against the door.
Her eyes were full of emotions.
"Ethan Blackwood, during our ti together, I realized that my feelings for you are not only special. I possibly..."
Before she could say the three words "I like you," a finger was placed on her lips.
Claire didn’t quite understand, as her wide eyes t Ethan’s deeply experienced gaze, so profound it felt like it could drown her.
Her emotions were bubbling up, desperately needing release.
She didn’t want to beat around the bush; she wanted to straightforwardly tell him she liked him, that she felt sothing for him.
Not just physically, but emotionally.
She swallowed anxiously, her eyes showing a hint of impatience.
Clearly, the one who was fierce and urgent in bed before was him, yet now the calm and composed one was also him.
Ethan Blackwood placed one hand on her shoulder, with a reassuring force, while the other hand gently brushed her lips.
His gaze was so gentle, his voice steady: "Ms. Shaw, if it’s a confession, there’s no need to say it."
Claire’s eyes widened, "Why?"
Facing her confused gaze, he chuckled softly: "Because these things, are supposed to be done by n."
His hand moved to the back of Claire’s head, pressing her against his neck.
In the angle that Claire couldn’t see, his deep pupils revealed an undeniable excitent.
His fingers encircling Claire’s waist were trembling uncontrollably.
Claire couldn’t see his face but felt the arms around her waist tightening bit by bit.
His voice fell from above, "Luna, be good and wait for to say it."
Claire was a bit surprised by his nickna for her, not Ms. Shaw, not Claire Shaw, and not the endearing nickna used when flirting.
Luna.
Such a cute and heartwarming na.
As if she were a tiny moon cradled in his palms.
"Why... why do you call that?"
Ethan Blackwood cupped her chin, making her et his gaze.
"Tell , what do you see?"
Claire looked steadily at those dark eyes, where her bewildered face reflected clearly.
She suddenly understood what he wanted to say.
His eyes contained her.
Under his intense gaze, Claire’s face turned crimson, burying her head again with a tender voice, "You still haven’t said it."
Ethan gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "When Owen Crawford pursued you, wasn’t it sothing grand?"
Initially, Owen Crawford often tried buying her affection, later realizing it didn’t work, and switched to constant companionship.
After Claire agreed, on that day, all The Crawford Group’s malls displayed an enormous heart made of thousands of fresh roses, with declarations of his love on large screens.
Though Owen intentionally obscured Claire’s na, anyone could tell it was a deeply devoted man professing his love, envying the woman he courted.
Claire pursed her lips, "I don’t care about these things, I don’t want them."
Ethan gently cradled her face, "But I want to give it, I want to give Luna the best of everything in the world."
Claire had always thought his delicate lips were only capable of speaking risqué words, yet unexpectedly, his romantic words sounded so enchanting.
"I want to leave you many beautiful mories, so when you look back, your life is filled with happiness."
Claire suddenly realized, at that ti, she did not know Ethan Blackwood at all, so how did he know about Owen Crawford?
Moreover, his words clearly hinted at sothing, could he know everything she went through in the past?
He wanted to heal her wounds with love.
"Ethan Blackwood, have we t sowhere before?"
Ethan tapped her nose, "Think about it slowly."
This person always liked to pose riddles for her.
But it didn’t matter, what mattered was she really began to feel a little hopeful...
A knock sounded—
From outside ca an urgent and familiar voice: "Uncle, I have sothing very urgent to discuss with you."
It was Owen Crawford.
Claire didn’t feel the awkwardness of being caught by him this ti, her hatred for what this jerk did to her was bone-deep!
She tiptoed to leave a hickey on Ethan Blackwood’s neck, completely unfazed.
He looked at Claire, "Do you want to et him?"
She shook her head, "Next ti."
She’ll talk about the future once she’s truly and steadily involved with Ethan Blackwood.
She’s made quite a difficult step already.
He sent Claire Shaw to a compartnt, "Rest here for a while."
The first glance Owen Crawford caught when he entered was of that typically cold and lofty man with his collar slightly opened, showing a faint lipstick mark from a woman.
His tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and even more conspicuous was the large "strawberry" on his neck.
Who could this woman be that he’s hidden away?
Ethan Blackwood casually fastened his tie and indifferently instructed, "Have a seat."
He called Finn Pierce in, "A cup of coffee, a glass of lemon juice, room temperature, no ice."
And then looked at Owen Crawford, "What would you like?"
"Coffee." Owen Crawford muttered in his heart, what a coincidence? Claire Shaw also liked lemon water.
But considering their identities, it seed entirely impossible.
Finn Pierce nodded and left, and Owen Crawford couldn’t wait to speak, "Uncle, lately, soone has been ssing with all the Crawford family businesses."
Ethan Blackwood fiddled with his pen and said nonchalantly, "Oh."
"The tax departnt suddenly showed up to audit our accounts, and as if that wasn’t enough, my firework factory suddenly exploded with huge losses, and this incident was exposed. The mall’s fire safety was substandard, construction materials failed quality checks, and even the production workshop had problems."
"What do you need to do for you?"
"Uncle, every day the mall and construction sites are halted, just imagine the losses, the Crawford Group’s stock price is plumting, I’m overwheld with work."
"I know you have so connections with the top executives, can you help say a few good words for , or perhaps you lead, and I’ll host...
Ethan Blackwood cut in sharply, "Why did your firework factory explode? Did you store non-compliant materials?"
Owen Crawford’s face turned sowhat ugly, "This..."
"I can’t help you with this."
"Co on, Uncle, for the sake of our families being kin, my aunt is newly pregnant, if anything happens to the Crawford family now, and she gets anxious, if anything happens to the baby inside her, this would be the Blackwood family’s first child!"
Ethan Blackwood’s gaze fell on his face, "Are you threatening ?"
"No, I didn’t an it like that, I just hope, since we’re relatives, you can lend a hand."
"Sorry, I can’t help you, Assistant Pierce, see the guest out."
Owen Crawford was escorted out, and Claire Shaw ca out from the compartnt.
She didn’t know on the day she caught a cold, Ethan Blackwood did so much, Owen Crawford getting into trouble was surely no coincidence.
"You did this?"
Ethan Blackwood waved her over, and Claire Shaw obediently sat on his lap.
Ethan Blackwood wrapped his hands around her waist, his voice deep, "He did the deeds, I just let the news spread so people would find out, if his actions were upright, why would he fear shadows?"
Claire Shaw leaned against him, "And you, are you crooked?"
Ethan Blackwood chuckled lightly, "Whether I’m crooked is not up to to say."
He pulled out a stack of docunts from beside him, "Take a look."
Claire Shaw took a glance and was stunned, "This... is."
"The location and renovation design for the new orphanage, see if there’s anything you’re not satisfied with."
With vast land and exquisite decorations, it would cost at least tens of millions, Claire Shaw felt warmth in her heart.
"In the future, I’ll set up a special rescue fund, regularly hold volunteer activities, and recruit so teachers for paid education."
Without a word, he arranged everything for her and then inford her.
Claire Shaw leaned against his chest, thinking about how Owen Crawford used twenty million to sche against her, while he used twenty million to shelter those children.
Ethan Blackwood placed a pencil in her hand, holding her hand from behind.
"This is our shared effort, let’s na it Luna Children’s Ho, shall we?"
"Alright..."
Ethan Blackwood guided her hand, writing those words on the blueprint stroke by stroke.
Claire Shaw’s soft hand was tickled by his rough palm.
"Luna, this is my sincerity in pursuing you. Please don’t agree too quickly, because the real big gift is yet to co."
"What else have you prepared?"
The man lightly nibbled on her earlobe, "I know, though you appear calm, you’re actually quite emotional. When passion runs high, you lose reason, but as the tide of emotions recedes, you’ll feel fear about the unknown future."
"I don’t want an emotional response, I can wait, wait until you’re no longer afraid of the future and willing to wholeheartedly be with ."
He really understands her too well.
"Alright, soday I’ll definitely walk with your arm in front of Owen Crawford, making him kneel and call ’Aunt.’"
"Hmm."
Seeing Claire Shaw’s emotions gradually calm, Ethan Blackwood felt moved too.
The first ti Claire Shaw ca to his office, he intended to keep a low profile, but seeing the young girl with reddened eyes.
He felt sowhat restless too.
If he couldn’t have the at, just tasting the soup should be fine?
Claire Shaw was still imrsed in emotion when she was suddenly pressed against the office desk from behind.
"Ethan... mm..."
The man leaned over, pressing her onto the blueprint, and whispered in her ear, "Ms. Shaw, do you know how many tis I’ve thought about pushing you onto this desk?"
Claire Shaw’s face turned red, "You... you have a wound on your waist."
The man rubbed the soft at behind her ear, "Just let kiss you..."
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